It’s happening more
– often now, in fact,
as I grow
in time
I recognize,
near effortlessly,
the universal nexus of conscious
loving-kindness
beyond the sculpture,
beyond the skin, beyond the chiseled muscle
within
the humid light and breath
of soulful
buoyant eyes
an embracing
piercing
electric force of tenderness
a corn flower gaze
of knowing
One
in another

Without knowing
the simplepuressence
of our being
we just might spend
an entire
addled lifetime,
believing
in a psychologicself,
– in the current
and changing
weather conditions:
partly cloudy,
with a likely chance of thunderstorms,
the one
who’s been trained …
– to react
bewildered,
by childhood events
the world’s conditioning,
by biochemistry’s
bumbling
flights of folly

The surest way
to know
the easy unrestraint
of purescent nature,
our perennially present
and essential
climatic constitution:
clear, 72 degrees
with bright, blue skies,
& a constant
of contentedness